When Italy finally realizes he loves Germany he is convinced that Germany doesn't like him back. Feeling alone and hopeless he lets all of his pain and sadness out on a shooting star without much thought of the consequences... T for language, and a dash of inappropriate content.

"Well then, I should probably get going if I'm going to get my paperwork, ja?" Germany said briskly to Italy as he walked over to grab his other car keys after first getting dressed and slicking back his mussed blonde hair. "I'll call your boss and have him mail your stuff here, unless you would rather go home an—"

"No I'm staying here!" She whined loudly.

"Okay, okay, that is fine. You are always welcome here, but you know that…"

"Si!" She smiled. "But can't Germany have his boss mail him his work too?" She looked up at Ludwig. "That way you don't have to leave me all alone and we could watch a movie and hang out!"

"What?" Germany groaned in disagreement. "We can't just watch movies? We are countries for God's sake!" Italy leaned in and hugged him.

"Please! You work so hard," Her eyes were big and round and pleading and Germany couldn't help but give in. He felt like he would be giving into Italy's demands a lot more frequently.

"Fine, but understand that this is a onetime thing. I will not do this every time you want me to," he specified and Italy just smiled.

"Yay! Come and help me pick out a movie!" She squealed and led Germany into the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled his phone back out of his pocket.

"I need to call both our bosses and make arrangements. Surprise me with the movie. I don't really care what we watch," he muttered unenthusiastically.

"Okie dokie!" She giggled. She quickly picked something out and put it the DVD player before running into Germany's room and dragging his large comforter over to the couch, waiting patiently for him to finish his call.

When Germany finally got off the phone with their two now-aggravated bosses, he looked up at the television and gaped in horror; of course Italy was going to pick out a scary movie. He sighed knowing exactly what was bound to happen and sure enough Italy hopped onto the couch and curled up right at his side.

"Germany this movie is so scary, Ve!" She squeaked and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch an action film? It would be a lot less scary."

"Nope let's watch this!" She grinned. "You can protect me from all the creepy monsters right?"

"Ja, sure," He muttered dryly, knowing he would have to deal with Italy's constant touching for the entire film and even a few hours afterward until she was no longer scared of her own shadow.

And so the movie went like this; Germany sat and stared at the screen stoically, unimpressed with the terrible acting while Italy jumped and shrieked in fright tightening her grip on the blonde. Every single startling moment Italy snuggled closer to Germany and Ludwig's face seemed to grow a darker shade of red. Germany knew Prussia was right; it was only a matter of time before he cracked. He honestly had no idea what to do. Every single option could potentially leave him heartbroken and as he felt Italy's body pressed to his own he fought the urge to lean over and spill out everything he had kept hidden throughout the years.

"Hey Germany, you are really brave!" Italy murmured before laying her head on Germany's lap. "I don't know what I would do without you!" Germany's heart twisted painfully. Now he just felt like he was being messed with. "Do you promise you'll always be there to protect me?"

"Of course," Germany looked down and surprisingly saw Italy had silent tears dripping down her face. "Italy what's wrong! Are you okay?" He asked, now worried about his little Italian.

"Yeah I'm just scared, that's all. This movie is really scary," Italy whispered although the lie was a little too obvious.

"Please tell me the truth," Germany asked, stroking Italy's hair lightly with his fingers. It was so soft and he liked the way it felt.

"But—"

"Enough with the 'but's Italy. You can tell me anything," Germany interrupted. He saw Italy's eyes quiver and she dug her face into Germany stomach.

"I-I like someone Germany…" Germany's eyes widened and he gaped in shock at the drastic change of events. The words were so heart-wrenchingly painful that he couldn't even speak. "But I'm afraid that he won't like me back because I'm a girl!" She began to sob and Germany felt like crying; a thing that he had rarely ever done. She loves someone else…

"I'm sorry Italy…" His words were quiet and forced. "If he really loved you he would accept you just the way you are." He couldn't believe he was not only being rejected, but he was actually giving Italy love advice. He was such an idiot.

"D-Do you like me the way I am?" Italy whispered and once again he felt like Italy was torturing him on purpose.

"I do… I don't care what you look like," His voice began to waver as he choked back tears. "Excuse me for a moment," He said quietly before gently lifting Italy's head off of him and standing up almost robotically.

"Ve, Germany? What's wrong?" she asked softly and Germany just laid her head tenderly onto the couch before stiffly walking away.

"I'm sorry… I'll be right back," He walked down the hallway and into the cold blackness of the bathroom despite Italy's protests. He didn't even bother turning on the light and shut the door tightly before letting his body collapse heavily onto it; he pressed his face into the wood and tears begin to slowly drip down over his eyes. I have lost the only person I could ever love… and it is all my fault. He felt his shoulders jerk up and down as his body was racked with sobs and despite his constant need to be collected at all times he let himself break down.

He let his body slide to the floor so he could curl up into a ball and pushed his face forcefully into his legs; Italy didn't need to hear this and thankfully it muffled the sound of his suffering. Yes, he had been taken prisoner many times; tortured, beaten, shot, strangled, drowned, crushed, electrocuted, skewered with the swords of his enemies and yet there was nothing that could compare to the pure agony of his heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. He had never felt this kind of pain before… It made him feel weak and vulnerable.

"Germany! Are you okay," he heard Italy knocking on the door. "Did I say something to make you upset?" The sound of her voice only made him want to cry harder.

"Nein of course not! I just have something in my eye," Germany muttered, trying to sound as composed as possible. "Sorry I'm taking so long, just go and sit down. I'll be there in a minute."

"But I don't have anyone there to protect me," she whined.

"Why don't you invite the guy you like over and have him protect you!?" He blurted out before pressing his hand roughly over his mouth. Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud!

"O-Ok," Italy whispered and Germany heard her begin to cry. Why did he always find a way to screw things up? All he wanted to do was open the door and pull Italy close and never ever let her go and yet here he was huddled in a corner all by himself, pushing her away.

No wonder she loves someone else.Who the hell would love an asshole like me?

Suddenly reality hit him.

Germany slowly wiped the tears away, suddenly embarrassed by his lack of control. He felt heartbroken, nervous, angry, and confused but found the strength to stand. Prussia had a point; he couldn't just sit there and let his Italian be taken away from him. He couldn't even imagine what he would do without her. He would do anything in his power to keep Italy by his side; if he continued to sit and sulk he was going to lose her anyways. So, taking a deep breath and mustering up all his bravery, he slowly turned the door handle, finally preparing to do the right thing and fight for the one he loved.

Germany + MeNtAl BrEaKdOwN!= Sad sad author... :/ Because Germany is never sad... And he is always so composed... and yeah... need I say more?

And we all know despite his rough exterior he is really emotional and gets caught up in things easily...

Anyways hope you like at and please tell me what you think!

Be prepared, future chapters may be extremely fluffy or extremely sad depending on what happens lol. Is Germany going to crumble or stand up and fight like a man! XD

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